The Wretched Life of Laptops

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I had a little laptop
Its case was white as snow
And everywhere that sepdet went
The comp was sure to go
So if I fell and hit my knee
Or if I caught the cord
My pretty little laptop
Would fly across the floor.
Not dainty in its casing
It took its share of dents
But finally poor White Star One
Upgraded to past tense.

I had another laptop
Its case was steely grey
It could run circles 'round me
It seems just yesterday
That it was new and shiny
No cat hair in keyboard
But dangit, I am still a klutz
And trip over the cord
With regular precision.

Now White Star Two is ailing
It makes a plaintive sound
The g and h and f keys
Are seldom to be found
Without repeated pounding.
Sometimes its power cable
Won't fit into the jack.
It really is a wonder
It mostly works. Poor Mac!

So if you're an evil person
With deeds of greed or hate
Be warned! O wicked sinner
Before it is too late!
For someday you may find out
Your karmic destiny:
Reborn inside a laptop
Owned by a klutz like me.